The Joe Randazzo Association

Hi guys, it’s Samantha in Human Resources, and I just wanted to remind all of you—that means all of you—that some day each of us will die.

It could be a peaceful death in our sleep or it could be a violent stabbed-with-shards-of-ceramic death. It could be cancer or it could be AIDS or it could be progeria or it could be that weird one that turns people into trees.

You could die from heat exhaustion or carbon monoxide poisoning or a bear.

Maybe even a serial killer/killers.

Every single person will stop breathing and thinking at some point. Every one of you. Your heart will stop, the blood will stop, the air will stop, and you will die. No exceptions.

So the next time you want to complain about the air conditioner not working or the lights going out in the stairwell or the cost of dental insurance or the wild falcons in Accounting or sexual harassment or racial harassment or the lack of ventilation or the new policy toward speaking to one another or the new chef or the old chef or anything else pertaining to your time here at TJRA, remember: YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. It is a certainty.

Do you really want to nit-pick over every little thing? Is that how you want to spend what limited time you have to sing and learn and love before staring into the eternal suffocation that is the abyss of nothingness?

I didn’t think so.

Thanks,

Samantha

admin From the Human Resources Dept.